The Foreign Softness

##Bab 69 He Is Your Son

The adoptive mother hurriedly left to search for the origin of the voice. I came to my son's bedside. After this little boy was born, he was instantly given to others by his biological mother. He had gone through a lot of hardships and now he was going through very serious suffering.

Son, I'm guilty of you.

I leaned over and kissed my son's pale little face, tears just falling on me.

I'll pick up right back. He looked happy and surprised, "Pak Candra's blood type is really the same as Denis. Denis rescued. The doctor will soon be transfusing blood for Denis."

I stretched out my fingers to wipe the tears from my eyes and cleared my throat.

"But, he insisted on asking who told me he had such a blood type."

My mother looked at me carefully.

"How do you answer that?"

I'm looking.

The adoptive mother said, "I said a relative told me and she insisted on meeting the relative. Otherwise, he wouldn't have donated blood to Denis."

Me, "..."

"I see, you don't have to worry about that."

I knew my identity could not be revealed and now there is only one person who can help me. I called Gabriel.

"Gabriel, you have to help me."

"What help?"

Gabriel seemed a little unfocused.

I said, "Candra has golden blood, you tell her you told the mother of the child who was seriously injured and needed a blood transfusion. Now only Candra can save him."

Gabriel's surprised. "Hey, what mother? What boy? Why do I have to do this? I don't know who the mother you're talking about. I don't care, don't look for me for this kind of problem" Gabriel said.

I hurriedly called out, "Gabriel!"

"Why?"

Gabriel raised his tone, a lazy and unsympathetic tone.

I said, "I beg you, I know that mother, she's so pathetic."

That kid is more pathetic, but I can't say it.

Gabriel sighed, "Why didn't you tell him yourself? You're hiding something?" After a while, he said, "Forget it, assume I owe you one. Later if he calls me, I'll say the woman is my relative, enough no?"

"Yes, yeah."

I nodded with tears in my eyes.

The foster mother told Candra as I said and Candra actually called Gabriel to confirm it. From the words delivered by the foster mother, "The person named Gabriel said I was his relative."

I let out a sigh of relief.

I told the foster mother again, "If a person named Candra is about to come to see the child, don't tell her about my whereabouts."

The adoptive mother nodded suspiciously.

I left the ward, pushed open the hallway door next to me and stood alone on the empty stairs while hugging my knees.

Gabriel quickly came back to call me, "I've done what you said, I've helped without thinking. You have to repay me, right?"

Me, "..."

"You want to be answered like this?"

Gabriel opened his mouth like a child, "Practice me to dinner. Fancy dinner."

I laughed, what kind of lavish dinner this young master had never eaten, he even still wanted me to treat him to a meal.

"Okay, no problem, in a few days I'll treat you."

After my son had a blood transfusion, he was already saved and my mood got better as well. On this day, I was in the hospital ward with her adoptive mother guarding at the side of my son's bed.

Cindy knew I was in the hospital, she asked for a leave of absence and came in anxiously.

Upon seeing my unconscious son lying in a hospital bed with gauze wrapped around his head, Cindy cried as well.

"That car, it hit Denis!"

The adoptive mother who was standing by the window suddenly shouted in a shrill voice.

I got up and ran to the window. I saw a black car coming out of the hospital gate.

"Truely the car, it was exactly the same as the car that hit Denis, behind the license plate there were three numbers five!" said the foster mother loudly.

My breath suddenly stopped, it was Candra's car. Candra, is that really you?

You hit our son, do you want him dead?

Cindy called me, "Clara, relax. You should investigate this matter carefully."

Cindy hugged and hugged me. He took me to a chair, helped me sit down, then looked at me with a sad face. He's very worried, "Cindy, let's go to the police first, let the police look for him."

Cindy called the police immediately, saying there was a car that allegedly hit Denis. He gave the police the license plate number of Candra's car.

Next, we wait for news.

My heart is like ice water covering it, that kind of coolness can only be felt by those who have fallen into a frozen river in winter.

Candra, are you so eager to eliminate her?

He is your son!

"Clara, listen to me, if Candra did it, how could she still drive this car? So, there are many doubts about this matter, you should calm down."

Maybe afraid I'd go looking for trouble with Candra, Cindy kept analyzing it for me.

"Why couldn't he have done it? You forgot what he said, this kid is the source of the problem. He told me to abort the boy. Now that the child was born and grew up, he must have wanted this child dead."

I have lost my mind, in my mind again reminded of the crimes and cruelty of Candra.

Cindy looked worried. He was afraid that I would be rash and do something that could not be forgiven. She crouched down in front of me, giving me a patient and gentle analysis, "Clara, the foster mother only saw the last few letters of the license plate number. He didn't see all the license plates, there could be many of the same cars, similar models and license plates. In addition, maybe the car was using a Candra plate. In short, you have to be calm and patient waiting for the police to handle it."

Scenes from many years ago, Cindy did not want it to happen again. He didn't want to see my impulsive impact and he didn't want to see me go to jail. I could understand, but Cindy repeatedly explained to Candra that it made my brain go crazy and couldn't take it anymore.

I brushed off the soft hand he held out, "Cindy, which side are you on? Did Candra give you a bribe? You even helped her talk!"

Cindy was taken aback by what I said, her big eyes filled with disbelief, then a deep sadness flooded her, "Clara, I didn't help her, I just ...."

"I know you did it for my own good, sorry ...."

I cried and used my hands to cover my face. I was rash and hurt my best friend and the one I used to love tried to kill my son.

"Mara ...."

Cindy pulled me into her arms.

An hour later, the police arrived at the ward, "Who's the witness?"

Her foster mother stood up, "I."

The police pointed to the man at the door and said, "Do you know this man?"

The foster mother glanced outside, she immediately called out, "This person is Mr. Candra, who saved my son."

His adoptive mother only remembered the car, but had never seen the driver. So, when she saw Candra, she first thought that she was the one who saved Denis by donating his blood.

The policeman said, "Sir Candra is the owner of the car you just reported, besides looking at three numbers, do you have any other evidence?"

Her adoptive mother was stunned for a moment, her son's savior was the owner of the car, which made the adoptive mother never expect. He was silent and shocked.

Police added, "Yesterday, Mr. Candra was in the hospital all day, because his only daughter was injured due to the earthquake. Now he is receiving treatment at this hospital. The car came the night before. He only came out once in the last few hours, which can be proven with a hospital surveillance camera, so Mr. Candra will not be suspected.

"No, he should be suspected."

I rushed out of the ward.

It was at that moment that Candra saw me, she slowly raised her eyebrows and saw me coming.

I looked directly into Candra's handsome and thoughtful eyes, then turned to the police, "Principal, this Candra sir is very suspicious, even he did not take action personally, he said, even his car was parked at the hospital. That doesn't mean he can't use someone else's hand to hit my son. He already said my son was the source of the disaster and he told me to abort this child!"

My words surprised everyone. She closed her mouth in surprise. The police looked at me and looked at Candra, as if she didn't know who to trust. As for Candra, her handsome face looked sour, like the sky before a gloomy storm, the blue veins on her forehead were throbbing, her teeth were clenched and a sentence was uttered by her, "What are you talking about?"

There was a deep chill in my eyes, "I should have told you a long time ago, I didn't abort the child, I gave birth and gave it to someone else. Now he's lying in the ICU and his body is flowing the blood you donated earlier. Candra, he's your son!"

Candra stared blankly at me, those eyes were as terrifying as a horny wild beast. He suddenly put his head in his hand and shook it several times like a madman, then he roared, "You're talking nonsense!" He stepped in front of me.

She grabbed my collar with one hand, her eyes emitting a cold spark, "You said, you gave birth to my son!"

He suddenly let go of me again, rushed to the side of the hospital bed, bowed to look at the child who was still unconscious and shook his head strongly, "No, how is it possible? Yumomi!"

He suddenly pointed at me, "You lied to me, didn't you? Just wait!"

Candra walked out from my side in a hurry, the cold was enough to make the entire room freeze.

"Clar!"

Cindy called out to me, when I saw her anxious and worried eyes, I suddenly realized, what did I just say?

My body staggered and my vision darkened. My body just fell down.

By the time I woke up, I was already lying on a bench in the corridor, next to me, Cindy was standing anxiously, the worried and confused foster mother and Gabriel.

Gabriel was twisting around the ward.

Hearing Cindy talk to me, Gabriel turned around and glanced at me, then approached in great annoyance, "So this is the reason you asked me to lie, you .. hey! Sister Candra will never trust me again!"

Gabriel stomped his feet furiously, "I should have asked more clearly. If the child has nothing to do with you, how could you possibly be so eager to save him? All my faults are too easily broken."